Su Luo hurriedly shook her head: "This minor injury, if I go to the hospital, I'll be on the headlines tomorrow. The content definitely won't be about my injury, who knows what other nonsense they might come up with. They'll probably even create stories about me having a miscarriage. So, no need. I'll just go home and apply some ointment."
By the end, there was a tone of tragic resignation in her voice.
Yu Jingrong knew full well of her predicament and the trials that came with being an artist. Understanding her limitations, he nodded: "Fine, we won't take you to the hospital. We'll drop you home."
Su Luo shook her head again: "No, no need. I called my assistant to come and pick me up. Lingzi, sit with me for a bit. You and Chengyun can go ahead."
All along, Li Chengyun had stood aloof, indifferent towards Shen Anlingzi and Su Luo. But everyone knew that such indifference was his form of courtesy.
